A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

As the intro began, Su Fan started singing.

"Sunrise and sunset, deeper and deeper"

A small square table with one meat dish and one vegetable dish.

……

As Su Fan sang, viewers watching the live stream also sent comments.

"Su Fan's song isn't about being sentimental; it's about stating a fact, and it's precisely this fact that made me cry the most!"

"Who is Aunt Liu? Can someone explain? I feel this elderly woman deserves everyone's respect!"

"What kind of person could cultivate someone like Su Fan?! They must be incredibly great!"

"That's why he was able to write 'One Meat, One Vegetable,' because he truly experienced having a meal of meat and vegetables, and he truly experienced a busy figure at the stove!"

……

At this moment, Aunt Liu sat in front of the television in the orphanage, clutching the tissue she had used to wipe Xuanxuan's mouth, which was now crumpled into a ball.

She looked at Su Fan on the screen, at him standing under the lights, and tears silently streamed down her face.

At this moment, Xuanxuan said, "Brother Fan, it's Brother Fan!"

The other children also started calling him "Brother Fan".

……

Su Fan did not hide his background.

He felt it was unnecessary.

Moreover, Su Fan didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all.

It is his good fortune to be able to come to the side of such a group of people.

When he first arrived in this world, he wondered if he would be like other transmigrators, surrounded by oddballs and constantly attracting hatred.

However, it did not.

On the contrary, the people around him are all kind.

He is lucky.

At this moment, in that farmhouse courtyard in Northeast China.

Qin Shen had just returned from the restroom, still holding his phone, and walked in with his head down.

He heard the song on TV, looked up, and then froze on the spot.

"Holy crap! Isn't that my brother Fan?!"

Everyone in the room turned to look at him.

Qin Shen rushed to the television, pointing at Su Fan on the screen, and said, "I told you! I met a colleague on the train when I went to Qin Province before the New Year, it's him! It's him!"

Qin Mingdong frowned, glanced at the TV, then at Qin Shen, his tone clearly disbelieving: "The Su Fan you're talking about is your colleague, someone who does funerals, but this guy is a singer, someone who performs at galas. Are you kidding me?"

Qin Shen snapped, "Who says musicians can't be involved in funerals?!"

The room fell silent for a moment.

Then Qin Mingnan laughed and said, "Xiao Shen, your alcohol tolerance is getting worse and worse. How come you start bragging after just a few drinks?"

Qin Shen stamped his feet in frustration, his face flushed red. He pointed at the TV, then at his phone: "You don't believe me, do you? It's live now. As soon as the show ends, I'll call my brother Fan and show you!"

Qin Mingdong said, "You're getting all worked up over me. Don't drink anymore, or you'll start acting strangely all the time. If you really know him, I'll give you that bottle of wine I've been keeping for 20 years."

Qin Shen quickly said, "Uncle, you must keep your word and not go back on it."

Qin Mingdong said impatiently, "Get out of my way right now, don't block my view of the TV."

Qin Shen moved away, and the people in the room turned their attention back to the television.

As the song neared its end, the number of comments on the screen gradually increased.

"As I listened, I started crying. I missed my mom, but she's no longer here!"

"Su Fan isn't just singing a song; she's singing the image of that busy figure in the kitchen that everyone remembers!"

"This isn't a song; it's a letter home, written to Aunt Liu, and to every mother!"

……

The Qin family's courtyard and house were quiet.

It's not that nobody wants to talk; it's that everyone is still stuck in that song and hasn't moved on.

Qin Mingnan wiped his eyes with a tissue and said, "You sang really well!"

Qin Shen sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), holding his phone in his hand. He dialed the number after seeing Su Fan step down from the stage.

To prove he wasn't acting, he deliberately turned on speakerphone.

All eyes in the room were on him.

However, the phone rang for a while, but no one answered.

Qin Shen feigned composure and said, "Well... he just stepped off the stage, he probably hasn't gotten his phone yet."

Qin Mingdong glanced at him sideways: "I was still hoping for this, but I think you're just asking for it."

Qin Shen wanted to explain, but just then, his phone rang.

He looked down and saw Su Fan's name.

"See? See? My brother Fan called me back!"

Qin Shen held up his phone and waved it in front of everyone.

Everyone was speechless at his smug look.

The call was indeed made by Su Fan.

Although he met Qin Shen on the train, he had a good impression of Qin Shen, who had the typical straightforwardness of a Northeasterner.

At that moment, the call was connected.

Qin Shen straightened his back, turned on the speakerphone, and said in a loud voice, "Brother Fan! Happy New Year!"

"Brother Shen, Happy New Year! I just got off stage, and my phone was in my bag so I didn't hear it. Did you need something?"

Qin Shen cleared his throat and said, "Brother Fan! My whole family is watching your show! I told them we know each other, but they don't believe me! You need to prove it for me!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Su Fan asked, "Prove what?"

"To prove we know each other!"

Su Fan said, somewhat speechless, "If we didn't know each other, would we be able to talk on the phone?"

Qin Shen slapped his forehead: "Oh dear! Look at this mess, I'm so confused!"

Qin Mingdong couldn't sit still any longer. He leaned forward from the kang (a heated brick bed), brought the phone closer, and tentatively asked, "Are you really Su Fan, the one who sang on Sichuan TV just now?"

Su Fan replied, "It's me, I just stepped off the stage."

Qin Mingdong then asked, "How can you prove that you are Su Fan?"

Su Fan was speechless. Why did this family always want him to prove something? So he said, "How about I bring the TV station's leaders over to wish you a Happy New Year?"

One sentence stumped Qin Mingdong.

He can't just say, "Okay, bring it over," because that would make him seem too self-important.

You can't say "no need," because that would make it seem like his question was unnecessary.

At this moment, Qin Shen said into his phone, "Brother Fan, the person you were talking to just now was my uncle. He works for the local Culture and Tourism Bureau. He was so excited when he heard that I knew you that he insisted on bringing out the bottle of wine he had been hiding for twenty years for me."

Su Fan's voice came through the receiver, tinged with laughter: "Uncle, Happy New Year! It really is me, Su Fan. I met Brother Shen on the train. We hit it off quite well, and we're even in the same profession."

Before Qin Mingdong could say anything, Qin Shen interrupted, "Brother Fan, let me tell you, my uncle is looking for you because he wants you to get us a song or something. These cultured people, what they think and what they say are never on the same wavelength. Don't pay any attention to him, let's talk about our own things."

Su Fan chuckled and said, "You really are your uncle's good nephew!"